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Home Grown Produce

Home grown produce is what I do the woman said. I was not sure what that was, so I had to see for myself. Her garden was the size of two football fields. You do all of this yourself? I asked. She loved that I thought it was a big deal. I stayed for four hours to see what weeding meant. I loved it! The sun nurtured my soul. This is earth therapy, I said. She was pleased. When she passed on she left me her garden. Her quilts, her jarred up vegetables. Now I gladly introduce people to gardening. I adore what this woman did for my life.

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Date: 3/31/2023 10:53:00 AM
Don’t know if this is true, Caren, but if it is, it’s wonderful that you inherited something which brings you such joy!
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 3/31/2023 1:11:00 PM
Wouldn't it be wonderful? Not true for me but maybe for others.

Book: Shattered Sighs